Farts & Spiders!

Stylized insanity, focused foolishness, purposeful aloofness, yup. “What does that all mean,” you ask. Well err, it’s like I’m lost in my thoughts but at the same time worried about yours. “That still doesn’t tell me anything.” Ok well really it all means nothing except that I’m a pain to deal with and enjoy every second of it. So what actions? Outdoors I say. Inside it too stuffy and smells like dust. That’s what I do; I go outside to be reminded that most of this doesn’t matter. There’s things to be found on a mountain, or a thread of trail.